When you are old and gray,
and full of sleep.
When the days grow long,
and the night is deep.

When it seems hope is fading,
and you long to weep.
When aches and pains,
in your bones now creep.

When the road grows long,
and seems to bend.
When from aging,
you can not mend

Just remember these words,
my fine young friend.
Life is only beginning,
its not the end.